The state of being awake and conscious was a blur for some time. Archie couldn't tell when he was awake or when he was dreaming. When he did have a feeling he was awake, it wasn't pleasant. He could tell he had a fever, what with the blurred vision, perspiring skin, heat and inflammation to his injury sites, the chills that racked his body and the gooseflesh that marred it.

She didn't even bother to lock the door behind her. She didn't know if she would prefer someone to come in and kill her, or someone to bust in and give her the chance to kill them. She took off her jacket in distaste, throwing it to the arm chair in the living room. The one that neither she, her mother, her father, or her sister would ever sit again. Shameless Beronica.

"Ella," the other woman began, pulling away. "You're still shaking." She grasped Ella's hands in her own, attempting to quell the trembling. "Do you need to calm down again?" Her voice had a surreptitious edge to it, raising Ella's hands to her lips. Or, after S4E5 "Expire Erect", Ella needs another excuse to calm down. With Eve.

Stealing another glance at the clock, Christian saw there was only eleven minutes before he had to play the music, start the lights, and bring out the wooden roller. These were the times he wished he could socialize with other people, that he could find someone to help him calm down. He would have considered Dana, but she had offered a mere "Bye, Chris" the las time she saw him.